I took Viol’s hands in mine and gazed up at him. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” I urged.
His jaw tightened. When he spoke, his voice was as hoarse as his choppy breaths. “You want me to be honest?”
“Always.”
“I’m thinking about how badly I want to flip you over and mount you.” He smirked. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman about it.”
I smiled at him, then ran a hand up his chest. “Why?”
“’Cause,” Viol said through a shudder, “that’s what you deserve.”
My hand paused at his shirt collar. I traced the line of it, then curled my fingers into the fabric in a plea. An invitation.
“So, my gentleman in black leather,” I teased. “Do you need to bring me flowers first? Take me out to dinner?”
Viol’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Before what?”
I shot a sultry glance up at him beneath my lashes. As I closed the space between us, my fingers curled harder in his shirt. When our chests were flush, I leaned up on my toes and whispered in his ear: “Before you finally breed me.”
Given our proximity, I felt the shiver that rolled through Viol as if it were in my own skin. His temperature skyrocketed. Warmth radiated off his face in rolling waves that washed over me, sucked me into their current.
I pressed my cheek against his in a fond nuzzle. “What, I don’t even get an answer?” I asked playfully.
“You rendered me speechless,” he admitted.
The words were husky with arousal. He placed his large hands on my lower back to pull me closer, despite that being impossible. I felt his thumping heartbeat like a frantic metronome. My own pulse raced in time with it, matching his swift tempo.
Viol wet his lips as his hands roamed down my back. His touch was firm and possessive, especially as he slipped lower to cup my ass. I shuddered and leaned my weight into him, wanting more.
“Is that what you want, Poppy?” Viol asked in a low rumble. “You want to be bred?”
Hearing the words out loud sent a streak of heat into my core. I shivered again, nodding fervently, shoving my body against his in desperation.
“Well, then...” Viol sounded amused as he hooked a finger into my waistband. “Are you nice and wet for me?”
I pulled in a sharp inhale. That single question ignited my lust into a blazing fire that licked every inch of my body. I was burning up with need.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Viol pulled my pants down past my ass, exposing it to the cool air. A whimper escaped me as he caressed it. His touch was both reverential and sly.
“You’re so damn cute,” Viol murmured. “Especially down here.”
My whimper turned into a small laugh. Even while being sexy, he was sweet.
Then Viol slipped a finger closer to my slick hole, and my laugh morphed into a soft moan.
“Oh, you were right. Youarewet,” he purred.
I nodded again, too destabilized by arousal to speak. My skin felt electrified, and my lower half trembled. I barely resisted the urge to push into his touch.
Then his finger disappeared. My disappointed groan was cut off as Viol suddenly picked me up bridal-style and carried me to the bed. He plopped me down gently, then tossed his shirt aside, staring into my eyes all the while. His gaze was sharp and bright, focusing on me like prey he was eager to sink his teeth into—and I deeply craved his fangs.
Viol crawled on top of me. Slow and deliberate, he removed my clothing, piece by piece. When I was naked beneath him, a possessive growl vibrated in his throat.
“All of this belongs to me,” he said, a hint of his dragon’s voice rising to the surface.
I shivered in anticipation, then sprawled out languidly for his viewing pleasure. His obsessive gaze was pinned to my body. I felt so loved, so valued.
